There Was Never An Angler Who Lived

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.

Fishing Is A Condition Of Mind Wherein You Cannot Possibly Have A Bad Time.

I Am Full Of Fire And Passion. I Am Not Ready Yet For Great Concentration And Passion.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.